Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1259 - 979–980: Dharma’s Disciple! Failure Is Not an Option!

Chapter 1259: Chapter 979–980: Dharma’s Disciple! Failure Is Not an Option!

In the darkness of the night, outside of the two torches burning brightly at the main gate of Jingyan Palace, there was no other source of light.

After Sikong Zhaixing resolutely decided to enter the War God Temple, Jiang Dali handed over the hostage Chi Da in exchange. The tens of thousands of Mongolian troops surrounding inside swiftly retreated like the tide, leaving only a thousand elite guards at the front and rear gates and vital paths of Jingyan Palace.

Meanwhile, Si Mengba kept his promise, using spiritual transmission to inform Sikong Zhaixing of the hidden mechanism to enter the War God Temple.

It turned out the place to activate the secret path mechanism was in the heart of the Left Yanyi Palace, while the entrance to the secret path was inside the Right Yanyi Hall.

The mechanism aligned with the Heavenly Vault’s Three Constellations and Twenty-Eight Stars and correlated with the Five Elements on earth.

It was quite similar to the mechanism at Long Teng in Black Wind Village.

However, the method of the Long Teng mechanism was judged by the strength of Taibai Star’s light while the War God Temple’s secret path mechanism was deduced by the current trajectory of the Twenty-Eight Stars in the sky.

Since the celestial stars are continuously revolving, the sequence to open the path changes at different times. A slight error could reset the mechanism.

Even though Sikong Zhaixing understood astrology, if he were to rely solely on his research, he may not open the mechanism in a short time.

At this moment, Si Mengba’s direct guidance was like having the key to open the gate.

With Sikong Zhaixing gathering Inner Strength in the heart of the hall and pressing the corresponding ground, a seemingly ordinary piece of ground suddenly sank with a loud sound, sinking a square foot in size neatly, causing Sikong Zhaixing to cry out.

"So tight! Quick, help!"

"Oh?"

Lu Xiaofeng, who was accompanying him, showed a surprised face and immediately stepped forward in tacit agreement, suddenly pointing two fingers and tapping Sikong Zhaixing’s back. Inner Strength was instantly transferred continuously.

With Lu Xiaofeng’s assistance, Sikong Zhaixing quickly pressed down according to the corresponding sequence directed by Si Mengba.

Not long after, eight stone tiles on the ground sank one after another, forming a strange pattern.

"It’s done!"

Sikong Zhaixing called out from afar.

"Good!"

In the Right Yanyi Hall, Jiang Dali immediately exerted force with both hands, muscles bulging all over, as the two doors, each two feet high made of Iron Gate, trembled and slowly opened with the explosive Great Strength he unleashed, accompanied by rumbling sounds.

The Mongolian Soldiers guarding nearby witnessed this display of incredible strength, and despite being adversaries, couldn’t help but be awed and impressed.

It’s known that these two Iron Gates usually require about ten Mongolian Soldiers to push them open.

Without tens of thousands of pounds of immense strength, one couldn’t hope to move them.

The Black Wind Village Chief truly lives up to the name of Champion King, his strength surpasses the troops, truly extraordinary!

As the doors opened, the pitch-black and deep interior of the hall became visible.

Just like Si Mengba mentioned, the nine entrances leading to the War God Temple’s Underground Maze were now revealed.

Each row consisted of three entrances, neatly arranged in the heart of the hall.

Each entrance was about one foot apart, deep and dark, leading to unknown mysterious places.

"Champion King, among these nine paths, only one is the true entrance. Would you believe if my master informs you of which one is true?"

Si Mengba’s voice again drifted over.

Jiang Dali responded with a cold and indifferent smile, "Of course, I believe because my confidence is my strength. Even if I enter the wrong gate, is there any mechanism that can trap me? Master, please go ahead and tell me."

Si Mengba said, "The true entrance is in the middle."

Jiang Dali took a step forward, about to proceed, but Xiao Feng swiftly moved to block Jiang Dali’s path, saying, "Hey! Benefactor, let me explore first. Once I confirm it’s the true path, I’ll shout to inform you."

As he spoke, Xiao Feng bent both arms, immediately causing his robe to move without wind, his hair under the hat transformed into golden color, his frost-covered face and entire body rapidly shone with Golden Light, resembling a Golden Armor War God.

"Good!"

Jiang Dali did not refuse, nodding slightly, standing still with hands behind his back, waiting as Xiao Feng strode toward the center entrance.

By now it was already 7 p.m., and since entering Jingyan Palace, Jiang Dali and others had spent over an hour.

Hangzhou, around Leifeng Tower.

An autumn moon, like a disk made of shiny silver, hung diagonally in the sky, reflecting the faint mercury-like streams of West Lake, emitting sapphire-like brilliance.

In recent days, the area near Leifeng Tower was bustling with ghosts and monsters, not only attracting a large number of Players but also numerous Martial World veterans gathered from all directions.

Moreover, the spectacle, concerning the Buddha Treasure of Leifeng Tower, reached its peak due to the arrival of numerous Shaolin experts.

However, all the lively scenes were mainly controlled around West Lake and Leifeng Tower, away from the bustling residential city center, adding a heavy and unusual atmosphere throughout Hangzhou City. Both inside and outside the city were filled with large numbers of troops.

Those accustomed to the Martial World saw that there were even fierce men wearing the uniforms of the elite Song Country’s Yue Army mixed among the local troops, impressing them enough to restrain their arrogance.

Unless skilled or fearless, no one dared to provoke the most respected and ferociously powerful Yue Army of Song Country.

At this time, on a hill near Leifeng Tower.

The Yue Army’s flag was fluttering on the hill.

A large crowd of darkly dressed personal guards spread beneath the hill’s two sides, maintaining strict military decorum.